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THE THREESOMES POSDTJTKTOGOFLEKWJDHDJENZNZNXBXJS SUXOFNRHFKCLSMANABZJCFKRMFJEJAKndbff fuck me.

AJDHAJAN i’m glad you liked it

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❝ THREESOME DYNAMICS ❞ pt. one

⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ as the saying goes, three is better than two… right?

cw + tw. 18+, smut, minors dni, fem!reader, all characters aged up to their 20s, threesome thingz, pet names

notes. blue lock is full of such chaotic duos. makes for such good writing material. that being said there’s more where that came from OwO

NAGI + REO

tw. praise, oral fixations, reo is referred to as ‘midfielder’ because that’s his position for manshine city

full of praise, mostly coming from reo. he’s nagi’s hype man and is the most experienced out of you three so when it comes to intimacy, he’s always encouraging nagi to step outside his comfort zone. sometimes, he even enjoys putting on a show for the boy genius, taking you to the side where nagi can see you all pretty and spread out. the white haired striker would be fisting his hard-on, gray eyes watching with intent at how well reo can get you to moan so shamelessly just using his skilled fingers.

“she’s so wet, reo.”

“yeah, and all this is for us. right, pretty girl?”

as your pussy spreads thanks to his hooked digits, reo croons next to your ear, nipping behind your earlobe. he gives your folds a little tap when he leaves your fluttering hole and your thighs shudder from the short ache of stimulation. when you aim a needy, doe-eyed look at him to silently ask for more, reo entertains the notion. he drags the pads of three of his fingers up and down your pussy, gathering your wetness while hearing the obscene squelch between your slit. you hump into his hand, chasing fleeting waves of pleasure.

“ooh, now you’re making a mess, baby,” reo chides playfully. removing his soaked fingers reveals translucent, lubricant strings connecting to your center that quickly break as he brings them to your lips. “open up,” is all he has to tell you before you’re cleaning your slick off his digits, humming lewdly with every drag of your tongue. “that’s our good girl.”

meanwhile, the sight is utterly mesmerizing to nagi who’s grunting under his breath, spreading the precum at the tip of his cock down to his shaft with swift motions of his tight fist. it’s not long until nagi is all childish whines and pouts as he moves in front of you to steal your lips. with the taste of you spiking his tongue, the slacker now feels an electrifying drive coursing through his body. his cock stands painfully stiff against his abdomen. reo watches in amusement as nagi finally takes the initiative.

“said this was all for us, right?” nagi reminds stoically, droopy eyes falling onto your spread center. as he observes how your folds lewdly glisten when he parts them with two of his fingers, he can’t help but lick his lips, remembering how you tasted when you swapped spit just now. he lowers himself to meld his lips languidly up your thigh before running his tongue up your sloppy pussy, licking a long strip all the way to your clit. he savors your slick in his mouth again, moaning into your pussy that causes vibrations to rack through you. you hiss his name under your teeth.

“yum, angel, wanna taste you all night,” nagi purrs, almost acting on his words but falling back on them when his mind is overrun by the thought of how tight you’ll feel when his cock eventually sinks into you. that feeling is only intensified when he slides two fingers in your folds and you immediately squeeze around the digits.

“let’s not wait, nagi. our pretty girl is probably dying to be stuffed by us.” reo directs his coos to you, adoring the fact that you’re all wet and needy for them. your glittering eyes and adorable pleas practically have the two athletes succumb to you right then and there.

two pairs of lips latch onto your neck, sucking marks on your skin, all the while their cocks are rutting at your entrance and ass respectively. soon you’re dropping your head back over reo’s shoulder, lips ripping open with a drawn-out whine when nagi’s cock teases your folds before slowly inching inside your pussy. the midfielder holds your thighs apart to help his genius friend push his hard length between your tight walls, meanwhile you try adjusting to his intimidating size.

as your and nagi’s moans resonate clear in reo’s ears, he’s admiring with half-lidded eyes at how you’re split open on nagi’s thick girth, murmuring about how good of a job he’s doing, which encourages the striker to bottom out in you. you suddenly feel impossibly full—not even a sound comes out when your mouth gapes open. the scene alone has his anticipation to have his fill of you later bubble in reo’s chest.

“go easy on her, yeah? wouldn’t want to break our sweet girl before i have a turn, would you?” reo kisses your temple.

nagi winces as he starts working himself in and out of you, shocks of bliss hitting his body. “‘kay, reo… but she feels so good, i don’t want to let her go…”

SHIDOU + RIN

tw. mentions of violence, double penetration, rin and shidou are absolute menaces, rin wraps his hand around your neck at one point, some degradation

they’d probably spend more time smacking each other than pleasuring you. okay, that’s not entirely true, but you’d be hard pressed not to believe they wouldn’t sneak in a few swings at least. these guys are always ready to fight, and here, they’re competing over who can get you to cry their name the loudest when you eventually cum around both of their cocks.

it’s hardly shocking to say shidou is in his element against rin, being the more overtly sexual of the two and possessing an unnaturally high libido. it’s apparent in how the spiky blond never shies in sending heated stares that linger on your body, and his touch is never at all subtle in where it decides to palm and caress. he’s smirking at his rival when he gets you all flustered without even trying. shidou’s shamelessness usually results in the tendency to overwhelm you. not to the extent where it’s unpleasant, but to where you can’t seem to focus on any one thing because he’s filling every one of your senses with only him.

just the blond keeping eye contact with you, accompanied by that drunken smile plastered on his face, is enough to make your face sear and your pussy clench from where he’s shooting his hips up into you. his thick cock reaches that gummy spot that has you seeing stars in the back of your head, large hands gripping your delicious thighs. however, to shidou’s annoyance, his “eyelash freak” of a rival is doing fairly well in ensuring your attention never solely remains on him.

an advantage rin has going for him is that he’s very attentive to the finer details. whereas shidou consumes without an ounce of coherence behind those intoxicated eyes, the itoshi favors testing the waters to observe how your breaths hitch and skin prickle when his hands wander and squeeze what he swears belongs to him. he’s adept at exploiting your weaknesses so you’ll succumb to him that much faster. harshly pitching your nipples, reaching over your caged body to spin his digits along your clit—it all leads to you suddenly huffing out sweet gasps of rin’s name as you feel the engorged tip of his cock grazing your puckered hole. this causes an irritated vein to surface on the blond’s forehead.

“trying to steal the spotlight when i’m already balls deep in this pretty girl? feeling too second-rate that you can’t wait your turn or somethin’?” shidou taunts, glowering with clenched teeth.

“hmph. why should i have to wait when i already know she clearly prefers me over you? face it, you’re doing a tepid job at getting her to cum if she’s able to say my name from just me touching her,” rin counters.

even in the midst of sweaty bodies pressed against each other, these two still find the time to argue. and while you’re impaled on one of their cocks too.

the blond tilts his head, feigning hurt on his features. “oh, is that so? this thick, juicy cock not good enough for you, sweetheart?” he emphasizes his question with a quick thrust that easily hits your g-spot, causing you to lurch forward on top of him, sparks of pleasure lighting in your veins.

“shit! that’s s’ good, ryu..!” your enthusiasm manifests a wider smirk to shidou’s already cocky expression. he looks over your shoulder to relish rin clicking his tongue and narrowing those ocean eyes like he finally has something to prove to both this menace of a bug and you. his lithe digits slowly work open your ass, where you can feel rin’s hot length rolling into you.

“don’t get your hopes up, you damn insect.” he scoffs, carefully inching himself past the tight ring of muscle. as a result, you arch your back which angles you further onto shidou and rin’s cocks.

“mm… oh my god…” you gasp, teeth sharply pulling at your bottom lip before your mouth starts forming an ‘o’ shape. your enthusiasm intensifies by how well you envelop their thick sizes, greedily clenching on both of them, and effortlessly making the athletes groan and tighten their grip on your plush flesh.

rin wraps his large hand around your neck, slightly tilting you back so you have a view of him from an inverted perspective. “such a slut that you can’t be satisfied with just one cock inside you,” he comments coldly, but his harsh words contrast the careful attention he pays to your body, taking his time to let you adjust to the girthy intrusions.

shidou points a wicked grin, bright pink irises electrified by the greed of your welcoming pussy. “well, i don’t care how many cocks you have in you as long as my name is the one you’re screaming, pretty girl~”

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩ HONKAI STAR RAIL NSFW

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disclaimer: the characters portrayed in these works do not belong to me

UPDATED: 12 JUNE 2023

dan heng.

Two Sides of the Same Coin | WC: 1.2k+ | TW: dragon!dan heng, dom!dan heng, oral (f!receiving), praise, pet names, marking, hinted breeding kink, creampies, subtle dumbification, mating presses

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩ BLUE LOCK NSFW

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © SHOTOH // DO NOT REPOST, MODIFY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN

disclaimer: the characters portrayed in these works do not belong to me

UPDATED: 12 JUNE 2023

itoshi sae.

So… Ass, Tits, or Thighs? | WC: 800+ | TW: dom!sae, all characters are aged up to over their 20s, sae’s ogling you (respectfully and as your boyfriend), backshots, oral (f!receiving), pet names (sweetheart, love), lowkey exhibitionism, spanking, hinted creampie

nagi seishiro.

So... Ass, Tits, or Thighs? | WC: 700+ | TW: aged-up!characters, extensive amounts of foreplay, titplay, nipple sucking, nagi is a spoiled boy but we love him 

[shotoh]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩ BLUE LOCK SFW

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © SHOTOH // DO NOT REPOST, MODIFY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN

disclaimer: the characters portrayed in these works do not belong to me

UPDATED: 12 JUNE 2023

isagi yoichi.

when they realize they’re in love with you

itoshi rin.

when they realize they’re in love with you

itoshi sae.

when they realize they’re in love with you

kunigami rensuke.

when they realize they’re in love with you

mikage reo.

when they realize they’re in love with you

nagi seishiro.

when they realize they’re in love with you

oliver aiku.

when they realize they’re in love with you

[shotoh]

i need to add so many new posts for the masterlist yall

[shotoh]

❝ TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN ❞ feat. dan heng

cw + tw. smut, 18+, minors dni, fem!reader, dragon!dan heng, dom!dan heng, oral (f!receiving), praise, pet names, marking, hinted breeding kink, creampies, subtle dumbification, mating presses

wc. 1.2k+

notes. dragon dan heng activated a neuron in me 

when it comes to you, dan heng is patient, loving, and level-headed. he likes to keep his cool, even when you try so hard to rile him up.

still, to your dismay, he insists on taking his time. he enjoys mapping out the expanse of your curves and memorize every beautiful aspect of you—down to the tantalizing swell of your breasts to the dip of your hips. his lips find themselves pressing in places that make you squirm, pulling out moans from your mouth as your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you.

“dan, there! right there!”

“hm, here?”

his lips brush against the wetness between your thighs, which involuntarily close around his head when he prods deeper, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“ah! y-yeah…” your voice quivers. as dan heng’s tongue twirls around your folds, he spreads your thighs for better access to adamantly fall apart on his face. your fingers leave their scratching on the bed to start pulling on his fluffy, raven hair.

he revels in how you crumble at him tasting your cunt. his eyes close shut to fully savor his meal as your slick coats his ravenous tongue. your pretty cries singing a symphony to his ears is the cherry on top. “you taste so good, my love. doing so well for me,” he hums his praises against your clit, not wavering in the slightest by how his actions have you tossing your head back in your pillow and dragging your bottom lip between your teeth.

it’s practically a ritual for him to thoroughly prepare you before you take him, appreciating every step along the way that has you gushing around any combination of his fingers and mouth. it always ends up with you begging him to thrust his hips into you and fill you up already, which makes the anticipation of your sweet walls clenching around his cock all the more worth it.

but every now and then, this resolve is overpowered by the voracious lust that clouds his mind whenever he manifests his dragon form. although this side to him exhibits similar traits to his regular appearance—minus the longer, gorgeous locks and stunning transparent horns protruding from his head—his self-control hangs by a thread when he has you under him, steely eyes glowing like he’s captured his prey. this dan heng relinquishes his patience in favor of immediately taking what’s his.

in this form, hungry lips mark every spot on your skin that has you whimpering pathetically in his hold. by the end of the night, you’re covered in his sporadic teeth marks and bites. the feral part of himself makes a point to stake his claim on your body before continuing to do so by pushing his cock inside your needy hole.

“i’m sorry, i can’t wait anymore,” he grunts as he holds your legs to your chest, folding your body in a way he knows will let his cock kiss the deepest, most sensitive parts of you. then he snaps his hips forward without warning and your voice reaches a higher, sensual pitch that has him licking his lips. “fuck, you’re just too good, i need to fill you up with my seed.” from under him, you can sense his carnal desperation—dragon fangs glinting and calloused fingers digging into your skin that will no doubt bruise.

despite being lost in the heady feeling of your tight walls hugging him, dan heng still manages to lean forward to slip his tongue past your lolled lips, swapping your spit together and swallowing every yelp that makes its way out of your throat.

even when you can distinguish every prominent ridge and vein of his dragon cock rubbing against your insides, you still can’t get enough.

“dan heng, more more… don’t stop.”

hearing your pleas, his eyes flicker. his pupils dilate to a dangerous degree like you’ve finally given him permission to pounce.

he swallows thickly. “i.. i don’t want to hurt you.”

“you’re not gonna hurt me, dan. i can take it, so please. fuck me already.”

there’s a sharp intake of air before he finally starts dragging himself in and out of you at a brutal pace. you didn’t think dan heng could ever be this frantic to have you babbling on his cock, but the way your body is buried deeper into your bed with every harsh drive that causes the tip to reach your cervix proves you wrong. his grip on your thighs is punishing, leveraging himself as he growls next to your ear.

“oh fuck, dan, so deep–” a long moan rips past your throat as his girth thoroughly stretches you open. you’re growing light-headed by how well he stuffs you with every strong ram of his ridged cock, curving in a way that always hits your sweet spot. the cord winding in your belly has you dragging your nails on his skin and clenching around him.

“argh.. if you keep sucking me in like that, i’m gonna cum already,” dan heng warns through gritted teeth but he doesn’t relent in the frenzied snap of his hips. he can’t have that. he wants you to cum before him.

you can feel his balls smack the underside of your ass with every pump. “god, please tell me you’re cumming soon,” he says more so as a plea. you nod frantically, unable to contain the noises escaping you so instead you force dan heng’s lips onto yours, sharing a heated, sloppy kiss that ends in the former biting your lip before wrapping his tongue around yours.

that high you’re chasing gets closer with every thrust rearranging your insides. the sensations pile on top of each other until you feel like you’re drowning in the wonderful feeling only dan heng can give you. you’re babbling his name in the throes of broken breaths and heady looks. he can’t seem to get enough as he returns your enthusiasm in earnest, dropping the hefty weight of his cock on top of you until you’re screaming.

that cord that’s been twisting in your gut bursts into blissful shocks of pleasure beneath your skin. your eyes roll in the back of your head, whites flashing beneath closed lids. dan heng can’t help the grin on lips, watching you finally lose yourself under him. it only encourages him to continue swiftly rocking his cock into you until he can sense himself reaching his first climax of the night.

“my love, this is all for me, right?” he asks, as if your reminder will be his undoing. even if his words sound murky in your pleasure-filled mind, you still have the thought to at least nod and mumble your uh-huh’s.

dan heng smirks, “only i can cream all over this gorgeous pussy.” with that, his cock twitches between your tight, gooey walls, stilling before spraying your pussy with his cum. you didn’t believe it was possible to be this full before you experienced the influx of his cum literally pushing his dragon cock out of you. as a result, his seed stuffs you to the brim, leaking out of your raw, fluttering hole.

the archivist runs his tongue along his canines at the sight. he snarls under his breath as he scoops up the remnants of cum and pushes it back in you. you whine from the oversensitivity and at his long fingers reaching and rubbing along your swollen spots.

you’re simply a beauty when you look so fucked out and full of his seed. now he’s wondering how much more you can take as his cock springs back, already hard again against his abs.

copyright 2023 shotoh, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else so please do not repost this or share my content on tiktok.

[shotoh]

Do u take request and do write for nsfw type fics

i don’t necessarily take requests anymore but if you submit something that inspires me, like a thirst or whatever, i might elaborate on it. or even continuing writing it!

that being said, yes i do write nsfw! ;-)

[shotoh]

the dan heng leaks…

my writing hand twitches… amongst other things👀

[shotoh]

❝ I THINK I… ♡ ❞

⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ when they realize they’re in love with you

feat. oliver aiku, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, kunigami rensuke, mikage reo

cw + tw. fluff, some angst, fem!reader, aged-up!characters, pro-player!characters, friends to lovers + established relationships, pet names, (!!!)attempted assault (in kunigami’s scenario, but he’s obviously not the assailant), alcohol usage (in oliver’s), maximum self-indulgence

notes. jdjsjsn this is kind of all over the place but i just wanted to word dump some cute scenarios and headcanons

OLIVER AIKU

honestly, he’d get kind of scared. and not in an appalled way like, “psh, i’m oliver aiku! i can get any woman i want so why should i only care about this one person?!”

no, it’s because he’s fully aware of his disloyal and womanizing past that he’s afraid of this. he’s afraid he’ll end up hurting you—the one person he truly cares about—and he believes you don’t deserve that.

you deserve so much better than a douchebag like him.

he keeps that growing pit of adoration to himself and carries on with his life as always, but that can only do so much when he’s so clearly infatuated with you.

the most he lets himself do is tag along on your night out at clubs. however, he doesn’t drink a lick of alcohol. he needs to be sober to take care of you in case you get too wild out there to do so yourself. while he’s there though he talks to a few of the women flocking around, entertains them a bit, maybe as a feeble attempt to get you off his mind and forget about the jealousy rooted deep inside him when too many guys check you out and ask for a dance. but nowadays, he can never find it in himself to take any of these women home. that’s how deep his affections for you have run.

at one point during the night, you approach him with one too many drinks in your system, evident by your wobbly steps and the carefree grin plastered on your face.

“oli~! why don’ yer dance wit me?!” you slur, nearly toppling in front of him if not for oliver dashing forward to stop you from falling on your face.

“i think you’ve had one too many drinks, sweetheart,” he chides. after that he’s draping his large coat over your bare shoulders and leading you back to his car to get you home, while ignoring all the pouty women on his way out.

you object to leaving at first, droning about how the night is still young, but oliver is persistent in getting you home safe and sound. eventually, you doze off in the passenger seat while he’s driving. when he parks in front of your apartment complex, he carries you all the way up to your door, fishes out your keys from your clutch, and finally gets you into bed.

he lingers a little bit longer to make sure you’re all settled and if you need his help with anything, but once the buzz in your system has fizzled and your eyes are fully lidded, oliver assumes you’re out like a light. that is, until he’s sitting at your bedside and he hears the faintest murmur from your lips.

“love you… oliver…” is what comes out in a lovely daze and he almost wants to deny he heard it for both yours and his sake, but all he can do is muster a smile, ghosting a hand along your cheek, and say while you’re blissfully unaware,

“love you too, sweetheart.”

ITOSHI RIN

lowkey annoyed over this because instead of soccer plaguing his mind 24/7, his thoughts are now overrun by you! so he ignores the feeling, thinking it will magically go away or something. but newsflash to rin: it’s not as simple as it looks, and he ends up learning that lesson the hard way.

he spends the next week evading you—declining invites to hang out, sending half-hearted text messages, and ingraining himself in his soccer practices. unfortunately for him, his performance actually gets worse because now all those feelings he’s been bottling up inside his fragile heart are about to burst.

even shidou has been scoring more than him and rin just can’t live that down, especially when the former asks if the reason he’s been doing so poorly is because he and his “little girlfriend” broke up. which isn’t even the case since you’ve both never crossed that bridge.

poor boy goes home one day conflicted over all of this, slouched on the edge of his bed with his hands ruffled in his hair. soon he gets a text from you, which he shouldn’t be surprised by, given how he’s been treating you lately.

but then you’re asking him if he’s okay and rin is utterly taken aback because he’s been acting like such an asshole, yet you’re the one that’s still worried about his well-being.

right then and there rin has a long moment of contemplation, breathing a sigh into his hand which clasps over his mouth. he replies back with a quick apology text before telling you to meet him after his practice tomorrow. the moment he hits send, he tosses his phone on the bed, not willing to wait for that hovering gray bubble to appear on the message window.

when tomorrow arrives and practice is over, his steps are dragging along the pavement outside the training facility. he’s honestly doubting if you’ll even show up, but those qualms are immediately dashed when he sees your figure a few distances away. you’re standing there with apprehension written on your features, which morph into worry as soon as you cross eyes with him.

rin can’t even get a word in or form a coherent thought because the moment you run up to him, you’re blabbering about how he didn’t have to apologize because he was probably working so hard on soccer, chasing his dreams and the like. then, you bring up how maybe you should continue distancing yourself in order to help him focus, and god, that flicks a switch in rin’s head because that is far from what he wants.

all of a sudden, he’s silencing you as he pulls you into his chest. you find yourself buried in his jersey, confused but not drifting away, and even return the embrace when you sense him shake against you.

“fuck, no. i don’t want that all…” his voice sounds like he’s about to break as he mutters those words into your hair. his arms tighten around your shoulders as if you’ll leave him at any moment. you assure him you won’t as you nuzzle closer into his chest.

“then i’m not going anywhere, rin.”

NAGI SEISHIRO

the thought comes upon him when he’s alone in his apartment. it’s not immediate though.

the sunlight seeping through the curtains inevitably wakes him up one very late morning. and by very late, i mean this dozy boy definitely slept in that day, if he couldn’t already tell from his digital clock reading 11am.

even though nagi is always keen on getting plenty of shut-eye, he’s constantly kept on his toes when it comes to having a productive sleep schedule. partially due to soccer practices, but also because you sometimes visit him in the mornings. so normally, he’s woken by the ruckus you’re making while cooking him breakfast in the kitchen.

but this morning it’s… silent. which in hindsight, nagi should be happy about, right? he got to sleep in, after all, and he doesn’t have practice today. what more could he want?

once he shakes off the last remnants of sleep from his body, he finally musters the strength to get out of bed and maybe start his day with something to eat. which this morning is… leftovers. specifically the leftovers from the last time you made him food—a couple days ago.

regardless, he warms them up and sits down with a plate on the table. says his appreciations for the meal and digs in. when the first bite enters his mouth, it tastes the same as when he initially had it, but there’s an empty feeling in the bottom of his stomach he can’t quite pinpoint. he scarfs down a few more spoonfuls until he grows tired of eating, resting his head on the table.

his tummy is full, yet that emptiness persists—it’s been on the forefront of his mind for several days now and it’s starting to annoy him. he can’t determine why that is and what makes those days any different from before succumbing to that void in his heart.

after all, nothings changed.

just that… you went on an overseas trip. without him.

well, it’s not like he was ever going to be invited since you’re supposed to be vacationing with your girlfriends.

ah, wait. maybe he’s just lonely.

no, that can’t be it. he hung out with reo and some of the other blue lock boys the day after you left. even a slacker like him still makes time to see his friends. so what is he missing here?

the question lingers in nagi’s noggin as he drags his fork along the remaining food stuck on his plate. at some point, his phone’s ringing breaks him from his stupor, and he’s surprised to glance over and see your caller id on the screen.

he’s not sure what comes over him, but nagi swears he’s never hit the accept button so fast in his life. immediately, he brings the phone next to his ear, and is the first one on the line to utter “hello?”

“sei, you’re awake! i’m glad i got the time zones right!” you exclaim in your cheery tone that nagi has always been accustomed to hearing in the morning. “y’see i’ve stumbled on a gift shop the other day and found a few souvenirs i’d think you’d like!”

you ramble on and on about your adventures around the country you’re visiting and nagi finds himself absorbing your voice, hanging on every word, and even nodding next to the phone like you’re right here in front of him.

suddenly, his heart feels so full and everything clicks into place again. it’s like his day never actually started until you appeared with all your mirth and energy. even on opposite sides of the earth, you’re still the sun to his moon.

“angel,” he murmurs as you’re in the middle of talking, and you’re silent after acknowledging his call, waiting on his words.

“come home soon. i miss you.”

ISAGI YOICHI

this boy is a mess! he’s the kind of guy who as soon as those feelings start blooming in his chest, he gets super flustered around you all the time. and it’s obvious too.

before, he was super nonchalant with you. treated you like a friend, flirted without even knowing because he’s just that comfortable around you, but when any of his friends or family mention how the two seem closer than you realize, he just freezes and his mind goes blank. erupts in an embarrassing fit of sputtering and denial, face searing red down to the nape of his neck. it’s so cute.

however, he’s not fooling anybody! anyone can tell by the windblown expression on his face—starstruck eyes admiring you as a warm grin overtakes his features—that he’s absolutely smitten by you. he just needs to admit it already.

well, his next outing with you (in which he swears wasn’t actually a date, but c’mon isagi), finally gets him to come to terms with his emotions as he reminisces spending the whole day just laughing his heart out and being so full of that warmth and happiness you give him that makes him feel completely weightless. almost like he can do anything. afterward, when he gets home, he rushes upstairs and literally flails in his bed with the most insane blush on his cheeks. like wow, he’s in love with you.

isagi yoichi is in love with you.

but love to isagi is like a double-edged sword, especially to someone who just escaped that blue lock hellhole and now has to devote even more of his life to his soccer career.

with that carefree sensation comes a new box of trepidations that he’s afraid to open.

what if there comes a time when he would have to choose between you or soccer? he’s hoping that won’t ever be the case. he’d hate to struggle juggling the two and end up breaking your heart.

god, never in a million years does he want that.

the best he can do is take steps to introduce this side of his life to you. he does so in extravagant fashion, by inviting you to come watch him play during his championship game.

to say you were a little startled by his offer was an understatement, but you take him up on it, and promise you’ll be there, especially since isagi went out of his way to get you the best seats in the stadium.

on the day of his match, he’s more nervous about performing well in front of you rather than winning. winning is instinct for him so he has no doubts he’ll claim victory and take home the championship cup. he’s just eager to show you a new isagi you’ve never seen before, rather than the tongue-tied, flustered puppy isagi that’s been vying for your attention lately.

coming onto the field, his eyes are too busy swerving in the direction of where you’re seated than focus on his opponents. the moment he distinguishes your figure at the very front of the stands—draped in a jersey that reads his name—countless butterflies begin fluttering in his stomach. it’s a feeling that he can never truly convey into words.

all he does is let an elated grin spread wide on his lips, cheeks swathed in such a dainty shade of rose that has his teammates swatting the back of his head to remind him he has a very important game to win.

and oh does isagi win. during the match he scores four goals in quick succession, absolutely annihilating the other team to the point where it’s downright embarrassing for the opposing side. the commentators are completely baffled, questioning what has the player so stoked. little do they realize that each of those goals were all made in your name and isagi can’t wait to let you know that later with his championship cup in hand.

ITOSHI SAE

sae is pretty accepting of this revelation. nothing really fazes him after all, and he recognizes that it was only a matter of time before he came to terms with the idea that he might be head over heels for you.

in fact, he takes those feelings in stride.

as if sae wasn’t already a gentleman before this, his mannerisms around you only intensify. he’s constantly holding the door open for you, pulling out your chair, giving you his jacket whenever you’re cold, and so on. you never have to lift a finger when you’re with him. it’s to the point where he’s even sweeping stray hairs off your face and tucking them behind your ear before you’re given a chance to realize they were bothering you in the first place. not a day goes by where he doesn’t place you on a pedestal and worship you in the best ways he knows how.

he’s also gotten very touchy and a tiny bit possessive (okay maybe more than a tiny bit). sae isn’t the type to initiate pda regularly, but whenever he feels threatened in any way—which is very rare but not impossible—he always has a hand on you. whether it’s on your lower back as he ushers you closer to him, or intertwining your fingers together before sending a cold, piercing glare over his shoulder at the offending party, he always makes his intentions with you known even if you yourself are oblivious of them.

it’s not like he’s controlling or obsessive either. he simply wants to make you feel special. to be frank, he’s setting such a high standard that no other man can compare to him.

on more than one occasion, he’s had to travel overseas for international business, and the first time he left the country for an extended period without you, he grew incredibly homesick. not because he particularly misses the normalcy of his life back in japan, but because it always feels a little empty, and frankly, boring without you by his side. he’s grown to appreciate the moments he shares with you, from the time he wakes up beside you to when he falls asleep while you’re in his arms.

after that, whenever he has to fly out of the country, he insists you tag along with him, and goes out of his way to pay for all your expenses—plane ticket, lodgings, everything. most of the time, you try turning down his offer, stating you don’t want to be a hindrance while he’s working. yet sae counters by saying it’ll be more trouble for him if you weren’t there with him than not, and who are you to object when he’s staring at you with such unwavering ocean eyes, looking as if you’re the whole world to him.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

deep down, kunigami has always held you closely in his heart, regardless if he’s aware of the love he possesses behind it.

it’s natural for him to want to protect the people he cherishes, but with you, you activate something so visceral inside him. it scares him sometimes, how you can make his whole body rattle, blood pumping erratically to the point where all he can hear is the ringing in his ears and his heart thumping wildly out of his chest.

that’s especially the case when he receives a late night call from you while he’s settling himself at his apartment. he’s slightly surprised by the random call. you don’t normally reach out for him at this time since you’re either going to sleep or hanging out with friends in the dormant hours of the night.

accepting the call, he brings the phone to his ear.

“hello? y/n?”

“r-ren? u-um, can you please stay on the phone with me..?” you whisper in the receiver, tone quivering to a frightening degree. he hears the anxiety laced in your voice and suddenly sirens go off in his head.

“where are you?” he questions sternly as he instantly stands from his seat, reaching for his car keys.

“i just left a club and was going to walk to the station, but… s-someone’s–”

kunigami doesn’t need to hear anymore to understand the full picture that makes his bones quake for your safety as he dashes out the door.

“i’m coming to get you, so send me your location. until then, stay in an open area and don’t stop talking to me, okay?”

you affirm quietly before moving your phone from your ear to pin your location to him with trembling fingers. as you’re doing so, kunigami’s already started the ignition to his car, revving on the roads with little care of the law. he’s never driven this fast in his life, swearing he’s a defensive driver, but that means nothing to him when your safety is on the line right now.

if he grips his steering wheel any harder, it might just break off from his bare strength alone. a single glance at the map on his dash tells him he’s less than a minute away from your position. in the last stretch, he can finally spot your frightened silhouette under the dimly lit lamps.

as soon as you recognize the model of his vehicle, relief washes over your tense shoulders. you take it as your chance to escape your precarious situation, but the shady man a few meters away decides to attempt a last minute assault, dashing in your direction.

when the fiery-haired athlete sees this, his restraint all but snaps. he gets out of his car without even slamming his door shut and spontaneously reaches for you, pulling you behind his intimidating, brawny frame before punching the man square in the jaw. the assailant tumbles onto the hard ground, completely knocked out.

kunigami’s attention immediately turns to you, putting all his efforts into your well-being as he yanks you in his protective embrace. the adrenaline from both your bodies wears off and the striker can sense you bursting into tears against his chest.

“ren, i’m so sorry, i was out with friends and i thought it would okay for me to stay out later even though they wanted to leave, and-and–” your words collide with your jumbled thoughts, but the last thing kunigami wants is for you to apologize for this scumbag’s actions.

“shh, princess. it’s not your fault,” he whispers next to your ear, “fuck! if anything happened to you… i… i…” his voice breaks apart. his hold on you tightens just imagining if he was even a second late coming to your side. for now, he’s thankful to have you back safe and sound, tucking you closer to his heart.

MIKAGE REO

when reo considers that what he was feeling might no longer be a crush, but rather actual love for you, he’s a bit doubtful. mostly because he’s approached countless girls with romantic intentions in mind, however, to his disappointment, he’ll discover that they’re mainly interested in his status instead of him as a person. his good looks and charisma are just a plus for them. therefore he’s very hesitant to fully act on these emotions, afraid to have his heart broken again.

however, he slowly starts accepting the notion that he might be wrong about you. it shows in the way you’re always asking about his life outside of him being an heir to a billion-dollar corporation. he’s stunned by how your features can glow with such intrigue whenever he speaks about his time in blue lock, leading to his journey to becoming a star player in the land of professional football. most girls he entertained would fake interest in this before quickly changing the subject.

eventually, they’ll throw themselves on him to garner his favor and try gaining access to his parents’ wealth. however, you seek greater value in sharing the same experiences with him. you take him out to watch movies, hangout at the most unique cafes, and have the time of your lives at amusement parks.

reo’s used to his dates borderline demanding him to drive them out for extensive shopping sprees or book them dinners to the most high-end restaurants in the city. it becomes exhausting when all his partner sees in him is a personal wallet for them to call on whenever they’re eyeing the newest luxury trends displayed on shop windows.

so to have a person like you by his side, who doesn’t determine his value on such materialistic facets is… refreshing… but also just as frightening because he’s afraid of losing such a precious person like you.

though it may be counterintuitive, reo means to return your kindness by spoiling you, thinking you’re someone who genuinely deserves to be dolled up and treated like royalty.

the first time reo swipes his card on a hefty purchase for you, you’re a little bit overwhelmed, going on to say he didn’t have to do all this. but the man is difficult to argue around, what with his suave words and charismatic demeanor that makes it hard for you to say no to the jewels and dresses he wants to adorn on your body.

then as if he couldn’t have pampered you anymore, he also brings up the offer for you move into his penthouse so you don’t have to worry about rent while making ends meet. of course, you bring up the case that you don’t want to rely on him for money—that you simply enjoy being with him—but reo counters with similar reasoning.

“c’mon doll, just let me do this for you,” he insists. “you’ve done so much for me already, and i just want to make sure you know how special you are to me.”

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[shotoh]

hOLD UP where does it say that sae is an ass man? is it from that account in twitter that posts questions asked to the characters?

IT’S FROM THE OFFICIAL BLUE LOCK CHARACTER BOOK “EGOIST BIBLE”!!! people on twitter translated some pages and some characters have like their fetishes stated on their profiles which is like… wild to me lol

for context this is sae’s

you can read this person’s translations of some of the pages here , but i don’t believe the whole book has been translated yet sadly

[shotoh]

❝ SO… ASS, T!TS, OR THIGHS? ❞ feat. itoshi sae

— what’s his preference?

cw + tw. 18+, smut, minors dni, fem!reader, dom!sae, all characters are aged up to over their 20s, sae’s ogling you (respectfully and as your boyfriend), backshots, oral (f!receiving), pet names (sweetheart, love), lowkey exhibitionism, spanking, hinted creampie, brief religious imagery idk i’m putting this here just in case

notes. kaneshiro did not know the demons he unleashed when he decided to tell us sae has an ass fetish...

ass.

sae’s a very straightforward man who knows exactly what he likes and dislikes. and to put it bluntly, he loves your ass. the man has a canon ass fetish and we’re going to respect his tastes to the t.

that isn’t to say he doesn’t have an appreciation for your other assets (i’m sorry) though. he always ensures that every part of you is loved and revered, whether by buying you clothing that emphasizes your beauty in all the right areas or exchanging subtle (and/or not so subtle) touches, ghosting his hand or straight up palming your lovely curves.

but if there’s ever a chance you catch itoshi sae slipping, it’s because of your gorgeous ass.

regardless if he’s able to admit it or not, sae is the reason why you two can’t work out at public gyms anymore. 1.) because he gets recognized way too easily as a world renown professional athlete. and 2.) because he can never stop ogling your ass as you’re working out. and, for an added bonus: 3.) because of what ends up happening after you catch him doing so.

there have been countless times, you’ve found yourself in a squat or pose which focuses on your glutes. while in those positions, your ass looks incredible, and sae is always there to let you know even if he never says so out loud. you’d be hands and knees on your mat, ready to do a few sets of leg kickbacks, and the midfielder will be a couple machines away, sweat clinging to his workout gear as he reaches for the water bottle next to his feet.

when he takes a swig from his hydro, his ocean blue eyes are evidently at an angle. if you draw his line of vision, you’ll discover he’s watching you go through your exercises. it’s almost a ritual for him, to observe and admire the way your butt is accentuated with every stretch, your muscles flexing along your well-developed curves as your seamless shorts cling to you like a second skin. all this is done out of utmost respect, of course. at least that’s what sae likes to think.

you’re not at all oblivious to his wandering eyes, and sometimes you like teasing your audience, angling yourself in a way that allows him a clearer view of your movements. after you finish going through the motions, you stand up from the mat and stretch before turning over to send him a cheeky little wink. to add more oil to the fire, you bring your hand behind you and lift your cheeks, before releasing them to let them bounce before his eyes.

it’s downright hypnotic and sinful, but sae can’t help but indulge in the devil as he swings his towel over his shoulder. then, he immediately drags you in the showers with him to watch your ass bounce some more, pistoning his hips against you and splitting you on his cock under the running waters.

“what did you think was gonna happen when you pulled a stunt like that, sweetheart? such a naughty girl,” he grunts, muttering curses about how well you’re taking him while his eyes are glued on the flesh ricocheting off his thrusts. honestly, he has some nerve reprimanding you when he’s the one who started it with his obvious gawking, but if it means you’ll be blissfully filled with his cum and creaming all over his cock, you don’t have any complaints.

eventually, sae has his own private gym installed in his residence. which is what he honestly should have done in the beginning given all the money he has, but his trips to overseas matches doesn’t grant him many opportunities to use it.

that aside, your prior antics don’t really change, except the two of you are much more shameless since you don’t have to worry about stray eyes or cameras everywhere. usually, you find yourself only a few sets into your routine before sae is bending you over the equipment while pulling your leggings down to your ankles. yet somehow he’s not tearing a hole through them, to your astonishment.

he has some class at least, but that means little when the midfielder prys your asscheeks apart with firm hands, fixated on how your glistening pussy twitches and your flesh overlaps between his fingers. “what do you want, sweetheart?” he asks in a deceptively gentle tone given his grip that makes you feel so exposed.

you crane your head, features flustered and hot. “cock, sae.”

“where?” his stoic expression acts ignorant even when he already knows what you’re about to say.

“inside me!” you cry and you’re met with a quick spank that stings your ass.

“manners,” he reminds you, piercing teal eyes glowing at the mild red imprint he left behind.

your voice is quieter but shaky, “i-inside my pussy, please… i’ll behave...”

“that’s all i wanted to hear, my love.” he rewards you with his lips over the faint mark on your skin, tenderly soothing the pain while worshiping you all the same before he moves away to line himself to your hole. he enters slowly, loving how your tight, yummy walls take him as his length gradually disappears. your nails dig into the leather beneath you, and you rasp a sensual cry as his cock deliciously kisses all the right spots inside you over and over again.

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[shotoh]

u just came back from writing and already dropped two bllk bangers lets go 🫶🫶

YEAHH LETS GOOO 💥💥💥💥📢

i know my blog has been so dominantly bnha so thanks for reading my bllk stuff <3

but yeah, my summer has started! been doing some networking and preparing for grad school, and that’s stressssful so i went back to writing to take my mind off that, also been feeling inspired lately!!! along with blue lock i plan on dipping my toes in honkai star rail hehe💗💗🤍

[shotoh]

❝ SO... ASS, T!TS, OR THIGHS? ❞ feat. nagi seishiro

— what’s his preference?

cw + tw. smut, 18+, minors dni, fem!reader, aged-up!characters, extensive amounts of foreplay, titplay, nipple sucking, nagi is a spoiled boy but we love him 

notes. i think about this cutie patootie often and how he must be so nice to cuddle with... then i remember he’s huge and i just want him to ruin me <3

if you were to ask him this question straight up, he’d likely say something along the lines of, “eh… i like all of you.” which is pretty typical, but not inherently wrong.

in nagi’s case, he believes that if he can lay his head on it, then that’s more than enough for him.

your ass? a cushion for when he’s lazily slumped over your bed, phone in hand as you’re busy cramming your assignments and writing essays, propped up on your elbows in front of your laptop.

your thighs? his well-deserved reprieve after a long day at practice. he loves arriving home and finding you on the couch, patting your lap and inviting him to alleviate stress. as your fingers tousle through his white fluffy locks, a sleepy yawn escapes his lips, cheek pressed against your soft pillowy thighs as he waits for his dreams to take him.

your tits, however, make him rethink his entire outlook on life. i mean, how could he ever forget the sensation of being squished between your soft mounds as you’re going through your usual ministrations—absentmindedly massaging the nape of his neck and playing with tufts of his messy hair, making him hum in content. he doesn’t even think before using them as his personal stress balls, always subconsciously running a hand to cup a breast through your shirt no matter what he’s doing while laid against you.

whether intending to arouse you or not, this always leads to a breathy whimper escaping in the air, gray eyes looking up to see your lips slightly parted and gaze half-lidded. to nagi’s benefit, your tits are also extra sensitive, especially in his big ol’ hands which cover your chest perfectly no matter the size. they make you shiver as his thumbs press your nipples through the fabric, quickly pebbling at his touch. seeing them harden and poke through the sheer material of your top makes the striker’s mouth water.

“just a taste…” is what he tells you as he lifts your shirt above your chest, but nagi’s greedy. he never takes just what he needs, only caring about wanting more. he spends a good hour simply running his tongue around the stiff peaks, alternating breasts by laving at the valley between them before returning the same attention to the other one. his hands like to knead the tender flesh, even clamp them in his hold and push them together for easier access for his tongue to flick the aroused tips of your nipples.

“your tits are so perfect, angel, i wanna suffocate in them…”

it’s constantly a struggle to sit still when he’s adamantly fondling you. you shudder every time he flattens the wet muscle over your areola before wrapping his lips around the bud. your body clings to his, gripping his shoulders and occasionally pulling on the roots of his hair when he suckles on them like a baby. except unlike a baby, you feel the whole weight of him on top of you, heavy and desiring to sink you deeper in the sheets. the hard mast in his sweats ruts against your thigh.

with the drawn out foreplay, you’re nearly on the end of your rope. you need him to plunge his thick cock in your gooey insides already. you’re surely wet enough for him to slide right in—he’s made sure of that from his languid ministrations.

“sei, please, fuck me already…” you drawl prettily, hiking your knee to coax the hard throb in his pants. he bucks his hips on top of you, groaning low and hoarse, and teetering on the tightrope of self-control.

nagi, whether he realizes it or not, is cruel as he is greedy. he savors your reactions, enamored by the glassy look on your soft features that crinkle every time his mouth meets your beautiful skin. he’s practically on cloud nine, and you must be following him since you’re on the verge of falling apart, and he hasn’t even touched the aching, slick spot sticking to your panties yet.

“c’mon, beautiful, just a lil longer,” he coos, his words all wispy that you’re starting to grow lightheaded. he blows on the shiny trail of his spit along the sensitive expanse of your skin, feeling you squirm under him. lazily resting his cheek on your tits, innocent silver eyes find your teary ones.

“i still need to mark you all up for me, angel. stay still and i’ll make sure you feel so good later when you’re sitting on my cock, okay?” his lips tenderly press the swell of your breasts one last time before branding those dreamy promises into your skin.

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[shotoh]

sei is such a cute lil nickname but ‘shiro is also just as cute don’t you think🤔

[shotoh]

— in which they slowly find themselves enamored by the natural charms of their interviewer

feat. itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae

cw + tw. nothing much just fluff, fem!reader, interviewer/reporter!reader, aged-up!characters, characters are professional athletes and continue playing in their teams from the neo egoist league (except sae)

notes. first time posting blue lock so apologies if anyone’s ooc, either way i might make a follow-up of this (that might be more uh ya know) and/or add characters

ITOSHI RIN

the sound that follows the harsh slam of his locker is a frustrating sigh that has been simmering in rin’s chest since the end of today’s match. the match in which he had lost—and at the hands of isagi’s team which makes the defeat all the more bitter and disgusting on his tongue. it didn’t help that during the game, he was butting heads with his supposed teammate, shidou. once the coach had decided to sub the eccentric player in, their styles began mixing like oil and water. as a result, their win was swooped up from under them.

pxg has been called to host a post-sport interview to review the match with reporters, but rin couldn’t care less to participate. instead, he’s the very last person to leave the locker rooms. his duffle bag is slung over his shoulder, steps ambling down the hallway.

whether he wins or loses, rin never bothers to attend these post-game interviews. he doesn’t need to sit there and have brash reporters shoot the same questions at him, expecting him to “thank his coach and teammates,” “praise his opponents for a great game today,” and say he’ll “continue to work hard to win next time.” gross. he’d rather be caught dead than have any of those words leave his mouth.

as rin navigates through the hallways of the stadium, he’s hoping to be done with the day and think over the turn of events on his own. but when he rounds the corner, he crosses eyes with someone so obviously lost in the facility—a mistake which punishes him as you immediately approach him with doe, bewildered eyes.

“sorry, i don’t mean to bother you, but i was wondering where the conference for pxg was being held,” you ask. a pad of notes are cradled in your arms, pen clipped to the breast pocket of your blazer. it’s clear you’re another reporter.

before he can point you in the right direction to get you out of his hair, you squint. you’re taking a long, hard look at him until your face suddenly glows. “wait, you’re itoshi rin, the striker for pxg!” you practically blurt. with the volume of your voice, rin’s instincts take hold, and he’s pulling you away from the open space of the hallway.

“quiet. you want everyone to hear?” rin chastises.

“whoops. i got a little excited! i-i’ve been wanting to interview pxg’s top player and well…” you could say the opportunity presented itself, but rin makes it clear he’s not interested.

“if you’re here just to hear me mope over my loss, then go home,” the striker affirms to what he thinks will be the last of this exchange until you tug on the sleeve of his jersey before he starts walking away. turning his head back to glance at you, his brow quirks.

“no, of course not! i thought it was incredible how you were able to keep control of the ball from your opponents and even score the first two points of the game all by yourself!” you exclaim, face lifting as it’s teeming with admiration. surprisingly, he can’t help but be a bit amused by the determined expression etched over the perplexed look that was originally on your features.

you swipe your pen hanging off your pocket, prompting it open with a click of your thumb. “and i’m sure a lot of your fans would love to hear from you!”

the athlete cocks his head. “you’re acting like a fan yourself, miss reporter.”

you blink in surprise. the enthusiasm in your words tones down, but you fail to mask it completely. “what? no, i’m just here to get the exclusive on the best athletes of our country!” if your plan is to butter him up to get a word out of him, it may almost work. you send him another fawning look as if to say “can you blame me though?” and that stirs a low chuckle from his throat.

his face lowers until it’s slightly more leveled with your own, and from this angle, you’re amazed to find you can distinguish every distinct eyelash on his pretty face. and you’re even more enamored by the intense color of his teal eyes. at the proximity, however, your face bathes in the heat of the blood rushing to your cheeks. thankfully, the striker breaks eye contact in favor of taking the notepad from your arms, along with your pen which he uses to scribble something down.

“tell you what,” he says as he continues writing, “come to the next pxg match and i’ll give you an exclusive interview, right after i score at least four goals and decimate the other team.”

his declaration leaves you in awe, and your fascination persists when he hands your pen and pad back for you to see a ten digit number, followed by call my manager written next to it.

NAGI SEISHIRO

back when he was in school, nagi was never great at first impressions. and apparently that’s still the case even later on in his career as a professional striker.

he doesn’t even notice you enter the room as he’s preoccupied with tapping the controls for the first person shooter on his phone. as such, he’s woefully unprepared to hear the reluctant, but soft voice that vies for his attention.

“um, excuse me. if you don’t mind, i’d like to get started with the interview.”

taking a slow glimpse above his screen, he sees the refreshing sight of you—his interviewer—sitting across from him in your neat attire and a clipboard on your lap. surprised by the modest smile that greets him, he automatically straightens up and casts his phone to the side.

it’s a big contrast to what he was expecting. usually, scruffy men who claim they’re adept and knowledgeable in the sport would be shoving their mics in his face. when in reality those people are just washed up high school coaches or analysts who act all high and mighty by asking a bunch of nonsense questions. saying this and that about how they would have done it differently had they been in the game instead of him. regardless, they’re such a pain and nagi would rather be napping in his cloud mattress than go through another talk session with those wannabes. however, his encounter with you just might break this boring streak.

he rubs the back of his head sheepishly, playing off the crass first impression. “right. start whenever you want.”

once he gives you the go ahead, you flip through a few pages to your questions.

as time goes on, the sentiment nagi initially held about how the interview might have been a pain and a waste of his time in his already packed schedule begins to sway. throughout the inquiries, he finds himself fixated on you. like the flattering nude color touched up on your plush lips. or how you have a habit of playing with strands of your hair when contemplating on what question to ask next. or the cute laugh you let out that was pleasant to his ears when he gave a much more aloof answer than you were expecting.

well, he can’t change the fact that he doesn’t need to think much when it comes to football. that’s just how naturally talented he is—the sport is second nature to him. honestly, he’s a bit bummed out that he can’t give a competent interviewer like you better responses.

what catches the snowy haired striker slightly off-guard is your next topic of questions about his e-sport endorsements. he wasn’t expecting you to delve into his hobbies. most interviews always glossed over that area in favor of asking something along the lines of “what was going through your head when you made that winning goal,” to which he could only say he was too caught up in the moment to really convey the feelings into words.

but with this opportunity, nagi goes on a mild tangent about the new first person shooter he’s been playing. even if his tone sounds indifferent on the surface, you don’t miss the hidden enthusiasm under the brighter twinkle of his eyes. you giggle which makes nagi pause.

“did i say something weird?” he asks back. you swear you detect a tonal whine in his voice, another endearing trait you didn’t know a 190 cm striker could possess.

“no.. just find it cute how much you can talk about your favorite games like that.”

nagi can’t tell whether the grin on your pretty lips is there to tease him or that you find his boyish charms endearing. either way, his cheeks puff and that only serves to make him more adorable in your eyes.

“well don’t let me stop you! i’d like to hear more about what things interest you other than soccer.” the look on your face fascinates him. you’re not even looking at your clipboard anymore, but right at him. it’s the tell-tale sign of someone who genuinely wants to know him not as the star player of manshine city, but just as regular nagi seishiro. he’s not used to that sort of treatment and as a result, he can’t meet your eyes, not realizing he flushes a lovely shade of pink that reaches the tips of his ears.

nagi pouts, glancing down at his phone that’s been laying near his thigh, untouched for a record of what must be ages, but that honestly doesn’t feel long enough to him. “no fair… you’re just teasing me…” he murmurs, but his fingers are already itching to ask his manager if he can extend the interview to spend more time with you.

ITOSHI SAE

the first opportunity you get to interview the itoshi sae is unconventional, to say the least.

“excuse me! please let me through–!”

“miss, you can’t be here– hey!”

the setting is chaotic, to the point where sae can make out the commotion in the background as he’s walking toward his rest area with his manager and bodyguard following beside him. when he glimpses at what all the fuss is about, he witnesses security personnel wrangle with a stray reporter.

spotting the reddish haired athlete, you find an opportunity to call out to him. “itoshi sae, please, may i have a word with you?”

to your dismay, security persistently blocks your view of the midfielder. despite being obstructed by a pair of burly men almost twice your size, you give them more of a struggle as you thrash around, even reprimanding them to “keep their hands to themselves if they know what’s good for them.” sae can’t help but be amused. a part of him finds your efforts admirable—watching you scrunch up your uniform and crease your notes at just a chance to speak with him.

“mister itoshi is far too busy to entertain any more of you today. please make your way to the exit–”

“it’s fine,” sae interjects to everyone’s surprise—mostly to the utter astonishment of you and his manager. the latter’s eyes widen scrupulously before he cups his hand next to the pro athlete’s ear.

“sir, i believe we’ll be running late to your next scheduled event if you decide to do a last minute interview,” the manager warns warily. “besides, haven’t you talked to enough of the media today? i mean look at her, she doesn’t even seem worth your time–”

“push everything back thirty minutes if you have to.”

his manager gawks. “but..?!”

one side-eye of sae’s piercing ocean eyes is enough for the man to retract his statement and mumble his apologies. that said and done, the security guards withdraw to let you through. you’re astonished by how much the situation can flip with the cooperation of a renown professional.

sae’s staff lead you into his spacious break room, preparing a set of chairs and leaving glasses of water on the coffee table before you start. having already taken his seat, he watches you run your hands through the wrinkled material of your blouse and pencil skirt. after finally fixing your stray hairs in place, you sit in front of him in all your pristine as if the whole conflict from earlier never happened. he wants to give you another point for professionalism.

“once again, thank you so much for granting me the opportunity to speak to you today,” you beam, mocking his manager hovering in the background with your unbeknownst-to-sae sly little smile.

sae grins, charmed. you arrange your notes one last time before moving onto your questions.

during the interview, sae comes to know your professionalism isn’t merely for show. you’ve done your research, analyzed his plays—his techniques, and as a result, ask him the most intriguing inquiries he’s sure no reporters asked him before. and he’s had his fair share of interviews throughout his developing career as a child prodigy. it’s evident you weren’t planning to waste his time and he’s appreciative of that fact.

there’s also an air of zeal you possess that allures him. he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is. your ingenuity? your liveliness? either way, he can’t imagine this to be his last interaction with you, and he makes sure that won’t be the case.

at just a simple snap of his finger, his manager is at his side. you have to hold in a snicker at how the man scurries over to the midfielder like a dog.

the two exchange a few words you don’t catch, only deciphering the dumbfounded look on the manager’s face which clashes with the stoic expression on sae’s. whatever the conversation was about, the former knows it’s a losing battle. at his loss, he pulls out a lanyard from the compartment attached to his clipboard. he gives it to sae, who takes it and leans across the space between you two to place it in your awaiting hands, as if you already knew from the manager’s defeated mannerisms that it was meant to be yours.

“this is..?” you begin inquiring as you eye the card on the lanyard methodically.

sae beats you to your discovery of that answer. “an exclusive press pass, which you can use to reach out to me again following any matches i’ve played in.”

mouth hanging open, you switch back and forth between the pass and sae’s marine eyes which don’t hold a shred of doubt.

he puts it simply.

“i’d like to continue this interview with you again.”

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